The Space Under Your Nothing
The poem comes to you when it is hungry. Chase it around your charm you'll never catch it. Stand still though barely breathing eyes fixed on that space under your nothing and breathe. Like a wild yearling, it may walk up to you from behind and nip your jump. Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 04:45 PM PST, Carole Dudley 0 • 20 • 10
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